[ He hits the nail on the head and Elena bites down so hard that she feels like her jaw is going to snap, nostrils flaring as she exhales heavily through them. ]

What else am I supposed to think when a journal containing information about Drake lands in my lap?

[ She fires back just as snappily, hands curling into fists at her sides, including her glass one, pain ignored in favor of the anger rushing up. ]

What, did you seriously expect me to rush over to your room with it, excited at the idea you'd take off again? It doesn't matter if it's stuff we already know, it doesn't matter if we're in goddamn space— you turn into a completely different person at the mere mention of him that it's never stopped you before.